I Wish I Had a Castle in the Sky ( OPEN )

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WHO: Everyone!
WHERE: All over America
WHEN: Nov. 14th-24th
WHAT: The Cosmic Cube is creating multiple realities for all the imPorts. Where are these "universes" coming from and who is wielding it? Are you strong enough to withstand the temptation of a new reality and thwart this misguided attempt at happiness?
WARNINGS: N/A

Hey, Davis! Did you move anything? I've got that Barnes kid's stuff logged. [ He has a digital tablet propped up on a clean, steel table full of plastic bags and baskets filled the different paraphernalia. It's rather reminiscent to an experience in the American security line at the airport. One such basket belongs to James Buchanan Barnes. ] Think something's missing. Says six item's logged, but only—Davis?

[ The man was right there a second ago, wasn't he? Looking around there's no signs John Davis had been there at all, except for in his memory. Shit, has he been talking to himself this whole time? Well, it isn't anything important. The string bean isn't going to miss one dumb little paperweight or whatever it was.

Little does he know just how powerful it is... ]


[ John spares no time or energy leaving Cap Canaveral. He doesn't even put up his cleaning cart before he's zipping through security at the blink of an eye. People've been calling him crazy for so long it's isolated him from the regular rhythm of society, but it's all been worth it for this chance. He will be a hero finally, just like the rest of the imPorts he idolizes. People will start to think twice about him and everyone else with powers. They will have the rights they need to protect this country and keep the Commies out.

This is the energy driving him to hold a dangerous item in his possession. He doesn't know a whole lot about it, only what he's gleaned from gossip rags and conspiracy theory websites. But it's worth the chance to find himself in prison, or worse. In the security of his lonely little apartment he holds the Cube in his hands as it pours out tremendous power. Without words it becomes in tune with his inner self and his wishes. It feeds off of it to create something more than itself. In his world imPorts will have just what they want, whatever it is, however contradictory.

But in truth, what good can come out of a thief too wrapped up in his own fantasies? That is no hero, and John cannot truly control the power he is playing with. As it feeds, the air around him turns hot—too hot to even breath. It's like the oxygen is burning up before it reaches his lungs. The world around him begins to fade as he holds on for dear life, but in the end his consciousness is snuffed out; a small sacrifice for a new world. ]

Comments

[gearshifting]

Jerk. [Richie is getting that warm, twisting, breathless feeling just from the way Kyle is look at him. He should feel way more awkward about this than he does, sitting on the couch, making out with his boyfriend where anyone could see them. But right now he's kind of forgotten than anyone else is around except the two of them. Kyle's touch is great at distracting him.]

I give, I give.

[redhott]

Yes! [ He surges up on the couch, pushing Richie back a bit in his victorious rapture. ] Ha ha haaa...!

[ Yup, soak in this smug ginger face!! ]

[gearshifting]

[Richie's face goes from dumb and fond to exasperated. Sometimes his boyfriend is a shitty winner.]

You are making me think the floor doesn't sound so bad myself.

[redhott]

Nope, it's too late. [ Kyle slides an arm around Richie again so he can't go back on his defeat. ] I'll give you all the covers~!

[gearshifting]

[Have that elbow back in your side Kyle. It's barely more than a nudge, not really trying to dislodge him.]

You go from being sweet to this. Why do I put up with you again? Is this one of those questioning my life choices moments?

[redhott]

[ Nope, you're staying right here by Kyle's muscley sides, nice and warm. ]

I hope not...

[gearshifting]

[Richie rolls his eyes but doesn't pull away. He's comfortable enough where he is, even if Kyle is being a jerk.]

I'm definitely question the life choice behind letting you win.

[redhott]

Then you should definitely take it back. [ He can't have Richie questioning these important choices over some truth or dare, not when he has what he really wants in his arms. ]

[gearshifting]

[Richie looks thoughtful for a minute, as if he's genuinely considering doing just that. Then he shakes his head and goes] Nah.

You already promised me all the blankets. And if your folks wake up and get mad I'll just say I feel pray to your puppy face. They'll buy it.

[redhott]

That's true. [ He has a very cute face. ] This is a foolproof plan.

[gearshifting]

[It'll be foolproof as long as they don't think Richie is corrupting their precious boy. Richie is still leaning up against him, eyes wandering a bit to look at all the other people around them. He only recognized a few of them, some of them he'd never met, but Kyle has a lot of friends so that's not a surprise that he'd have people here Richie didn't know. Yet.

He says lightly.]

So how long does the host have to stick around?

[redhott]

I guess it depends on how good a host he wants to be... [ His blue eyes slant down to get a good look at Richie beside him. ] Why, dude? You and I got somewhere to be?

[gearshifting]

[Richie opens his mouth to answer, but all that comes out is one long loud yawn, his mouth stretched wide and his face scrunched up. His elbow digs into Kyle unintentionally for once as his body involuntarily stretches along with the yawn. By the time it's done his head is turned into Kyle's shoulder without meaning to.]

Ah, crap. [He sighs.] You made me too comfortable.

[redhott]

It is pretty comfortable right here, huh.

[ He pulls Richie in closer, happy to have him up in his personal space. ]

[gearshifting]

[He lets out a little hum of agreement since now that the game is over it's nice to sit and chill for a bit. But one thing that Kyle's always good at--besides embarrassing him with sex talk in ways Richie will never live down as a guy--is helping him relax enough to doze even when his brain was going a thousand miles an hour a few minutes before.

Telling your boyfriend he puts you to sleep can't sound that nice, so Richie's never told him that, even if he likes it.]

Nice, here, but--[He yawns again.]--probably be nicer in a bed.

[redhott]

Yeah, it probably would. [ He hates to be a bad host, but it isn't often Richie is so openly affectionate and he is not going to miss out on this. So with a lot of work, he gets up off the couch and pulls his boyfriend up on his feet. ] Come on, Rich.

[gearshifting]

[He lets himself get pulled up to his feet and Richie manages to not yawn a third time but it's a near thing. He looks over at the clock on the wall. It's not even that late. This is what happens when you've been on an inventing streak for two weeks. If it wasn't for Kyle having this party, he probably wouldn't have come out of his garage today.]

You sure? [He asks because he might be crashing, but that doesn't mean Kyle has to leave the party.] If you want to hang out some more I can head up on my own.

[redhott]

Nah, I'll stay with you for a bit... [ If Richie conks out then he can always come back down if he wishes. But he won truth or dare, and goddamnit he is going to get his reward! He tugs Richie along behind by his hand and up the stairs to his bedroom.

Down the hallway he can hear the TV murmuring from their room. ]

So... you want the left side or the right side?

[gearshifting]

[Richie lets himself be pulled behind Kyle, since going upstairs was the plan anyway. He smiles a bit at how happy he seems about this. Stupid sap.]

I don't like being against the wall. You know I can sleep on my right or left.

[redhott]

Mmkay, take your pick. [ He goes over to his drawers to change his shirt, something looser to wear to bed or at least as long as he decides to lay with Richie. ]

[gearshifting]

[Richie pulls off his hoodie, leaves on the white tee underneath, but hesitates to take off his pants because that is a bit too far with them sharing a bed...but he hates sleeping in his pants. Jeans are not comfortable for sleeping in. He stands for a minute, hands at his sides, not quite sure what to do.]

Uh...right, I'll take the right.

[redhott]

[ Kyle, thankfully, takes the hint after a few moments waiting for Richie to slide under the covers. He opens a lower drawer where his sweatpants and pajama bottoms are. ]

You need a pair of pjs?

[gearshifting]

[At least one of them is thinking ahead here, even if his ears are turning pink just from the thought of wearing Kyle's clothes.]

Yeah--[It comes out a bit more huskier than he meant it to, and he coughs to cover it up before trying again.]--I mean, yeah, sure, if it's cool?

[redhott]

Yeah, it's cool, man. [ Kyle tosses him a pair of clean grey sweatpants before he follows suit, stripping off his own jeans and putting on a more comfortable pair of pajamas. Usually Kyle wouldn't wear much to bed besides boxer briefs since he never gets cold, but Richie would probably flip out all over him and that's sooo not how Kyle wants to end his night. ]

[gearshifting]

[He'd rather it not come to that--the flippin out part--and he thinks it wouldn't if his brain would just shut up for a while instead of constantly making him second-guess everything with statistics and probabilities that are not the least bit helpful.

Richie catches the sweats reflexively against his chest and looks down lightly tosses them to lay over his shoulder so he can take his jeans off. Then he catches the smell of Kyle's laundry detergent and he calms down just a bit. It's cool. He's just wearing his boyfriend's clothes and sleeping in his bed with him in it. No big deal.

When he's ready and dressed he holds his hands out a bit, as if putting himself on display. The sweats are kind of loose, but not much. It's what happens when a skinny guy looses what little meat he has working out. No hips to speak of. He gives a cheeky side grin.]

Not much, but you're stuck with it. No take backs.